CPJ honors Naziha Rjiba
The Committee to Protect Journalists honored four journalists with its 2009 International Press Freedom Awards; Among the awardees was Naziha Réjiba,editor of the independent online news journal Kalima. She has been the target of continual government intimidation and harassment:
Her home is under constant surveillance, her phones are monitored, and she has been summoned for repeated police interrogations. “I am neither a hero nor a victim,” she told the crowd, “but a journalist who wishes to work under normal conditions. The degree of repression in Tunisia is such that it transforms normal activities into something exceptional.”
Here are Naziha Réjiba's prepared remarks for the International Press Freedom Awards ceremony:
Good Evening, I am very happy to be with you.
I would like to express my gratitude for your support of a free press in Tunisia.
I, of course, am delighted by this award, because it comes from a respected organization. It is a testament to the efforts and the courage of the men and women journalists of my country.
I am neither a hero nor a victim, but a journalist who wishes to work under normal conditions. The degree of repression in Tunisia is such that it transforms normal activities into something exceptional.
Numerous journalists are jailed and others have fled the country because of persecution.
Following our coverage of the recent electoral charade, a relentless and vicious campaign has been waged against us. Amongst us, there are those whose movements have been restricted; others have been beaten, abducted, subjected to politicized trials, imprisoned, or placed under constant surveillance.
If these measures fail to silence us, the government resorts to underhand tactics. In my case, as CPJ has documented, they fabricated a tape which claimed to show that my husband was unfaithful to me.
I would like to reassure you that I have gotten over the matter without the help of a shrink. I simply told myself that I am a strong and honorable woman, and that I have not put the political police in charge of watching over my husband’s fidelity. Their attempted trickery backfired.
As I speak to you now, my house is surrounded by plainclothes police, but I am nonetheless here to celebrate.
I am not being reckless, nor am I exceedingly brave. Rather, I do not see the point of dramatization.
There is a time for everything, and now is a time to be happy and to be honored...not just me, but also my colleagues and my country.
I am determined to enjoy this ceremony, leaving tomorrow’s work for tomorrow.
Again, my deepest thanks for this award.
Tribune
LETTRE OUVERTE A M. BÉJI KAIED ESSEBSI
Votre intervention intempestive sur la scène
publique, à peine un mois après la prise de fonction de l’actuel gouvernement,
est-elle motivée, comme annoncé, ‘’par un appel du devoir pour la sauvegarde du
pays’’?
De quelle menace imminente, voulez vous prémunir
notre pays M. ESSEBSI?
Celle de voir se prolonger le mandat d’une assemblée
constituante au delà de un...Les forêts, martyres de la révolution ?
Depuis un an, se multiplient défrichements sauvages, constructions illégales et incendies criminels. La perte d’autorité de l’Etat pourrait être catastrophique pour l’environnement. Un reportage de Radio Kalima.Sidi Bouzid : « Nous mettrons notre colère de côté, le temps du festival »
La ville qui a vu naître la
révolution s’apprête à célébrer l’anniversaire de cette naissance. Histoire
peut-être d’oublier pendant quatre jours que la région est tout aussi sinistrée
qu’avant…
La nuit vient de tomber dans l’avenue centrale de Sidi
Bouzid. Tout près du bâtiment du Gouvernorat et du Palais de Justice,
hauts-lieux des tout premiers pas de la révolution tunisienne, des dizaines de
jeunes gens se pressent autour de deux engins de chantier...Libéré mais pas encore libre
Un pas, une porte qui s’ouvre, une respiration,
encore un pas. Non, ce n’est pas une seule personne, c’est tout un groupe. La
cadence s’accélère et mon cœur s’emporte avec. J’entends encore le bruit sourd
de mes pulsations qui résonne dans mes oreilles. Mes pupilles se dilatent et
mes poils se hérissent. Je sens la tension qui monte. Mes boyaux se déchirent
et ma gorge se resserre. Signes que mon corps est fin prêt à endurer la
nouvelle salve. Des cris, des pleurs, des hurlements....Calendrier
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